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| I hear about people and I don't know who they are.
He could be a man, she could be a lady, but I'll never know because I don't really know them.
He could be tall, or maybe not.
She could be pretty, or pretty ugly.
But I'll never know because my friends refuse to introduce me to this him, her, or it.
I feel confident in knowing that he's good at what he does, that professional architect, football player, or cook.
I don't really know this he, she, or it, and sometimes, I feel I don't want to, or never will.
And it's all because my friends told me about somebody I don't really know.
-Dan Seriff, 1988
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